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Log; Complete
When; February 2nd, Opposite Day, Near Midnight
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Isane {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fishcake_dreams} & Kira {backwards}
Summary; Both cursed, these normally kind, quiet, and not at all violent or sexually minded people find themselves in an awkward situation come the stroke of midnight.
Log;
It was in a flurry of robes and the remnants of a shyunpo that Isane arrived in front of the door of one Kira Izuru, a scowl on her face, usually gentle and kind, when not startled or embarrassed. And what she planned to do would normally have her stuttering in awkward fear. What did she plan on doing? Marching right into that room and pinning the shorter man to a wall and showing him just what a dyke could do. That's what. Stupid ass- Her thoughts were angry, her gestures angry, everything about her angry, and cursed, that too. With a sigh of irritation, the healer brought a small kidou to her fingers, the lock mechanism on the door exploding with a pop as she simply barged right in to the apartment, smirking.
Kira watched his door fly open with irritation, partially because the fucking colossus couldn't even knock, and partially because without his ability to detect reiatsu, it had startled him. With a sneer he snapped the laptop on the table shut and rose, not bothering to push in his chair. His usual mannerisms were gone, and never had a person so effectively managed to look down his nose at someone they had to look up at to make eye contact with. Somewhere in the very back of his mind, a voice was screaming that something was amiss, but the source of the voice seemed to be gagged and locked away, reducing it to a muffled sound that only pissed him off more. "Took you long enough, bitch. Fourth division really is pathetic."
"Oh?" Isane advanced, using her height to her advantage, a full five inches she held on the younger man. "Care to say that again, I~zu~ru~?" She hissed, looking down with a smirk. She would never use her height like this uncursed, as she usually hunched her shoulders around those shorter than her, especially men. But she held know such reservations now. Just the opposite, in fact. "Is it the 4th with the problem, or the 3rd, since you couldn't even keep hold of your goddamned captain?"
"He had the right idea, getting away from Soul Society." He snarled, glaring up at her, holding his ground. "And the Fourth division is made up of the dregs of Rukongai." He smirked, eyes flashing. "You and your captain are shining examples of that." He reached up to wrap a dangling braid of silver hair around his fingers, jerking her head down none too gently so hazel eyes were on level with cold blue. His voice lowered dangerously as he continued to speak, close enough that his breath ghosted against her face. "If the arrancar see the shinigami as filth, I shudder to think of what they consider you."
"Rukongai filth, am I?" Isane snapped, meeting his gaze levelly, brown eyes blazing, barely contained. "At least this filth can make vice captain, hmm?" The woman's smirk only grew, hands hooking in the ties of the blonde's hakama and shoving, tripping with a long leg to facilitate a fall onto the couch, where she was forced to follow, since he still had a grip on a beaded lank of her hair, ending with her straddling his waist, leaning in close. A low noise in the back of her throat, torn between disgust and desire, bubbled in her throat. "And besides, what do Arrancar have to do with a dyke showing you what she's capable of, hmm? You haven't the balls to leave Soul Society, anyway~"
His back hit the couch with only the sound of the furniture creaking beneath him. Isane following after him gave him little time to react, and although the position was less than favorable, he could work with it. The smirk on his lips only grew at her words, eyes narrowing as he looked up at her, tightening his hold on the lock of hair in his hand. "If you only knew." He purred, not offering further explanation as he tugged her down, catching her lips in an almost violent kiss, his free hand finding a bruising grip on her hip.
Isane shifted, not at all careful about grinding against his own hips, her left hand finding a spot on his shoulder and her right trying to untangle his from her braid. But of course, one had to breath sometime, and she broke the kiss, but didn't pull away, if anything managing to press closer, though her lips only brushed his, skin flushed. "Am I going to find out, I~zu~ru~?" She whispered huskily, punctuating the remark with a slight thrust of her pelvis.
Kira's breath hitched at the movement of the other shinigami on top of him and he sneered, biting at her lips. "Maybe if you beg." He murmured, sentence ending with a soft groan slipping from his lips. Just as her hand began making progress on freeing her hair he pulled hard, using the motion and her surprise to roll her off of him and onto the floor, relinquishing his hold on her hair as he followed her down. Situated on top of her, he wasted no time in pressing their lips together again with enough force that their teeth clicked together, hands moving to impatiently push the black fabric from her shoulders. On the small table nearby, the crimson numbers on the digital clock read 11:55.
The vice captain bit back a protest, it wouldn't do much good against his mouth, both angered and not at all upset at the same time about this sudden change in position. Nor did she at all hinder the process of removing the top of her uniform, shrugging her shoulders free to twine bare arms around Kira's neck, pulling her lips away and nipping hard at his ear, pulling him close. "Please~" She hummed, though it was not needy as much as a challenge in her words, usually soft and submissive, but now tinged with dominance.
He growled at her tone, moving to kiss along her jaw and down her throat, leaving angry red marks in his wake as his hands dipped lower to tug at the ties of her hakama, motions hindered by the grinding of their hips. He drew his head back long enough to reposition himself, biting down on her collarbone as he cast a sidelong glance at her vice captain's badge discarded haphazardly beside them on the floor. It stirred something inside him, caused him to bite harder, fingers giving up on their endeavor for the moment to dig into her skin. Bitch. He had never been so consumed with a desire to cause harm before, and even with his mind in the cursed state it was, it was disorienting. Damnit, he was going to--
12:00, the glowing numbers insisted on the small clock, timed down to the second thanks to the City's maintenance and checked and rechecked for Kira's obsession with punctuality, however unnecessary it was here. His train of thought ground to a halt and he blinked, becoming aware with a jolt the position he was in, what he was doing, who he was on top of. "K-Kotetsu" he croaked, scrambling to get off of her, to put space between them.
It had been frantic movements, rushed, hurried, consumed only with desire, nails digging into his back in response to his own harshness, little hisses and moans at the touches and rushed kisses of her own whenever she could find a part of him near enough her mouth, too busy trying not to writhe too much beneath him. And then suddenly her fervor seemed out of place, and the man's voice broke through her mind hazed over with arousal and anger.
... What was- ”K- K- KIRA!?" She sat up abruptly, looked down, and immediately covered her mouth to prevent a squeak from coming out, though one hand quickly changed position to cover her bare chest while the other busied itself with clumsily trying to tug her hakama back over her hips. "Wha-" She bit her lip, hard, a red blush immediately infusing her face as she shifted, an uncomfortable sensation between her legs.
A long, deafening silence stretched between them, Kira's now-red face turned away as the vice captain adjusted her clothing. Several times an attempt at forming words tumbled through his head -- an apology, anything, but each sentence got cut off midway with what the hell just happened. Mind not yet fully functioning due to shock, he looked up, mouth open to speak, looking away again the moment their eyes met. The thoughts he had been having only moments earlier put a bad taste in his mouth and with each passing second guilt weighed down on him more heavily, erasing whatever remnants of different posture the curse had given him.
He looked up at her again, eyes sincere and regretful. "I..." He faltered, clearing his throat before continuing, "I'm sorry..."
"I-" She tried to think back, fumbling with a muffled groan of frustration as her hands fumbled in vain with the ties of her hakama, too flustered, too embarrassed to make her fingers work. Instead, she opted for turning away, shoulders hunching deep down, shortening, shrinking her height as she buried her head in her knees. "I started it, I'm sorry..." She offered her own apology, though her words were muffled by something that sounded like sniffling. ... She'd said all those horrible things... almost done that...
"Kotetsu..." He racked his brain for words of comfort, feeling worse and worse with each muffled sniffle coming from the woman a few feet away from him. "D-don't... It's okay, it was a curse. You know..." He cursed himself inwardly for being so bad at this. "It's.. Not your fault. Ah..." Slowly he stood, making his way over to her and sitting beside her. "Did I hurt you?" His voice was filled with concern, the red marks on her neck painfully apparent from this distance. "I'm sorry, Kotetsu."
She shook her head quickly, though in fact the bite on her collarbone did hurt, not a lot, of course, but... she shook her head again, if at all possible, her shoulders slumped even lower, worried brown eyes, brimming with tears and darting about, peeking through a gap in her arms and knees, before finally settling uneasily on Kira, now beside her. That made her move a bit, trying to hold her shihakushou together decently with one trembling hand, giving up on the clumsy ties for now. "... I'm sorry I'm such a p- prude, or I never would have acted like that today..." She offered as a mumbled excuse, trying not to let herself actually cry.
"Th-that's nothing to be sorry for!" He said quickly, "Anyway, you weren't the only one acting that way..." He saw her hands fumbling with her shihakushou and averted his gaze quickly. "Here, I'll.. Go into the other room so you can fix your clothes." He tried again, getting up and heading towards the bedroom, trying to figure out what to do. He knew by now it was pointless to blame himself for what happened during curses, but knowing and acting on that knowledge were two entirely different things.
She knew these ties by heart, could whip into her clothing in twenty seconds flat (always useful for being on call in the middle of the night at the 4th), but her fingers had forgotten how to work them. It took her almost five minutes to shakily pull her hakama back fully over her hips, tuck in the top of her uniform, cross it over her chest, and tie it loosely. She was still sitting on the floor, and noticed her vice captain's badge lying a few feet away, but she only stared at it, her posture relaxing slightly, at least to the point where she wasn't hiding her face in her knees or hands, but she was wiping her eyes. "Kira..." She mumbled loudly, the ticking beginning to surge back in the distance of her mind, trying to get him to come back into the room and make it go away. "... I'm still sorry..." She was trying to think of something else to say, still shifting uneasily because it still felt weird down there and her collarbone hurt and this City was so wrong... and she hated crying.
He peered around the door frame before returning to the living room where Kotetsu sat, the vice captain's badge catching his eye but sparking a whole different range of emotions than it had earlier. He went to her side again, setting a box of tissues at her feet and picking the badge up for her, holding it where she could take it if she wanted but not pushing it towards her. "Don't blame yourself... The City--" He trailed off, knowing logic couldn't solve everything. "Are you sure you're not hurt?"
The woman took a tissue, though all she did was wring it in her hands, nodding her head, though her answer to the question was a mumbled “no”, the pieces of her hair that hung in beaded braids swinging with the motion, though one in particular was distressed in appearance. Isane had never been particularly good with words, and she was having a hard time trying to think of anything but apologies. The tissue was quickly being reduced to shreds in her hands. “The City… is mean.” It sounded stupid, even to her. “… If I was going to do that… I wouldn’t want it to be so angry.” She sniffed, finally putting the pieces of tissue to use to wipe her eyes, the stress and what she had almost done getting to her. “… and I’d want to be in love…” The woman suddenly paused and blushed even fiercer, now afraid she could have offended the man in front of her. “Not that you aren’t loveable.” She quickly corrected, not wanting to hurt his feelings…
"It's okay." How like her to say something like that, even in this kind of situation. He noticed the tissue being torn to bits in her hand and sighed. "Want me to take you back? Maybe it would be better for you to talk to Unohana-taichou. Or... If you're tired, you can stay here. I'll go somewhere else..." He didn't want to leave her alone, but he wasn't sure his presence would do much good right now.
“No!” Isane quickly blurted out, at the very idea of going back to her captain at the moment, shaking her head vehemently and sending the beaded braids flying. She couldn’t… she didn’t want to face her captain right now. Not with those marks on her neck, or feeling so weird and embarrassed. “But I can’t- I can’t put you out of your own home, Kira!” Concern overrode her own anxiety, and she didn’t really care her tissue was in pieces and she wasn’t bothering to wipe her eyes anymore. “Kira-“ She tried to mumble, but it caught in her throat and she lowered her gaze, trying to finish what she was going to say.
"It's fine, I don't mind." He offered her a small smile meant to reassure. "It's only for one night. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable..." He almost lifted his hand to put it on her shoulder but thought twice about it, moving instead to set her badge on the table beside the clock, continuing to speak with his eyes fixed on the familiar object that he had once used to define himself. "You can go home in the morning once you've had a chance to calm down." He looked over his shoulder at the woman, still a mess, and had to wonder about his own composure.
Where he thought better of contact, Isane needed it. … Not the way she’d needed it earlier, but… something solid, something comforting, anything. She suddenly clung to the shorter man’s shoulders, leaning her face against his back and closing her eyes. “I’m sorry.” She said again, not liking the look on his face when he eyes her vice captain’s badge. Sad. Sorrowful. And she thought it was her fault. “You can’t leave me here.” She whispered, not wanting the ticking to come back. Not wanting him to leave upset with her.
He froze where he was, the sudden contact entirely unexpected and leaving him in a position where he couldn't do much more than stay where he was. The sound of her voice made him wish desperately that there was something he could do to comfort her, but as it was the least he could do was abide by her wish. "... Alright. I won't leave if you don't want me to." He pushed the badge closer to the center of the table, tearing his gaze from it and looking at the numbers on the clock instead. "Let's try to sleep, though. It's late."
“… Yeah.” Isane mumbled, wiping her eyes. He wasn’t mad at her, nothing… really bad had happened, and it was… gonna be okay. Once her collarbone stopped hurting. “Will you… not leave, then? I don’t want you to.” She still gripped his shihakushou, afraid to let go, though her eyes darted about nervously, not quite sure how this was going to work.
"I'll stay." Kira assured her quietly, noticing her grip on his clothing wasn't letting up. He tried to look at her face from over his shoulder, but the angle made it all but impossible. ”You can have the bed, I'll sleep out here, is that okay?"
“… I don’t want to make you sleep on the couch.” Isane muttered, still trying to suppress the flush of her skin and the red on her cheeks. “I can take the couch. It’s your bed.”
"It's fine... I actually fall asleep out here pretty often, so I don't mind." It was a little bit of a stretch, but whatever worked. "I'll feel bad knowing I made a guest stay on the couch, anyway. And..." He shifted a little, laughing quietly as he did, "I'm not going anywhere, you can let go."
“Mmm… you could…” Isane hesitated. But continued, albeit quieter. “Stay on the couch with me?” And then it hit her how that sounded, and her grip on his clothing tightened. “Not that I mean anything by it I just really don’t like the ticking and I mean, sometime’s I even sneak into Unohana-taichou’s room because it gets really saddening to listen to and I don’t like it and you’re nice and all and I know you wouldn’t do anything or anything like that because you aren’t cursed anymore and neither am I and I promise I’m not coming onto you anymore, and-“ The tall vice paused to breathe.
"Of course, I know you're not..." He frowned, looking between the shinigami (still frantically speaking) and the couch. "We both can't fit on the couch, though... I'll sleep on the floor next to it, how about that?" At least she was acting like herself again.
She was frantic now. “But I can’t make you sleep on the floor!!” Isane wasn’t quite even sure anymore what she was saying, anything to make her heart stop beating so fast. “What do we do?!”
Resigned, Kira stood, pulling the vice captain up with him by her grip on his clothing, unnecessarily motioning for her to follow. "The bed, then." He spoke without looking back, walking with her still clinging to his shihakushou. "It's big, so if we stay on opposite sides it's fine. Is that okay?"
Isane didn’t let go. “Okay.” She mumbled, nodding quickly. As long as… nothing happened. Nothing would happen! Of course! Not like anything would! … And she was tired. Really tired. And she hated this place, sometimes, and the curses, and everything… “Can I still hold on?” She asked tentatively, since he hadn’t brushed it off yet. “I… have nightmares…”
As they entered the bedroom, he glanced over his shoulder at the vice captain curiously, remembering the mention of fishcakes. "If you want to." He blinked, making his way towards the bed, too tired to wonder how everything had come down to this. There would be plenty of time to think about it in the morning.
The vice captain waited until Kira had picked a side before letting go of his clothing for a brief moment, enough time to crawl under the thick covers, it was cold out, her large frame tucked neatly on the farthest edge of the bed she could occupy without falling off. But she nestled, grateful for the warmth near her, and the quiet pervaded with nothing but the even sounds of breathing, not the rhythmic tick-tock towards doomsday. “Goodnight, Kira…” Isane whispered softly, one arm reaching tentatively to grip the back of his uniform loosely. She didn’t think she’d get any sleep, this was awkward, right? But the minute her eyes fluttered closed she was gone.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Isane {
fishcake_dreams} & Kira {backwards}Summary; Both cursed, these normally kind, quiet, and not at all violent or sexually minded people find themselves in an awkward situation come the stroke of midnight.
Log;
It was in a flurry of robes and the remnants of a shyunpo that Isane arrived in front of the door of one Kira Izuru, a scowl on her face, usually gentle and kind, when not startled or embarrassed. And what she planned to do would normally have her stuttering in awkward fear. What did she plan on doing? Marching right into that room and pinning the shorter man to a wall and showing him just what a dyke could do. That's what. Stupid ass- Her thoughts were angry, her gestures angry, everything about her angry, and cursed, that too. With a sigh of irritation, the healer brought a small kidou to her fingers, the lock mechanism on the door exploding with a pop as she simply barged right in to the apartment, smirking.
Kira watched his door fly open with irritation, partially because the fucking colossus couldn't even knock, and partially because without his ability to detect reiatsu, it had startled him. With a sneer he snapped the laptop on the table shut and rose, not bothering to push in his chair. His usual mannerisms were gone, and never had a person so effectively managed to look down his nose at someone they had to look up at to make eye contact with. Somewhere in the very back of his mind, a voice was screaming that something was amiss, but the source of the voice seemed to be gagged and locked away, reducing it to a muffled sound that only pissed him off more. "Took you long enough, bitch. Fourth division really is pathetic."
"Oh?" Isane advanced, using her height to her advantage, a full five inches she held on the younger man. "Care to say that again, I~zu~ru~?" She hissed, looking down with a smirk. She would never use her height like this uncursed, as she usually hunched her shoulders around those shorter than her, especially men. But she held know such reservations now. Just the opposite, in fact. "Is it the 4th with the problem, or the 3rd, since you couldn't even keep hold of your goddamned captain?"
"He had the right idea, getting away from Soul Society." He snarled, glaring up at her, holding his ground. "And the Fourth division is made up of the dregs of Rukongai." He smirked, eyes flashing. "You and your captain are shining examples of that." He reached up to wrap a dangling braid of silver hair around his fingers, jerking her head down none too gently so hazel eyes were on level with cold blue. His voice lowered dangerously as he continued to speak, close enough that his breath ghosted against her face. "If the arrancar see the shinigami as filth, I shudder to think of what they consider you."
"Rukongai filth, am I?" Isane snapped, meeting his gaze levelly, brown eyes blazing, barely contained. "At least this filth can make vice captain, hmm?" The woman's smirk only grew, hands hooking in the ties of the blonde's hakama and shoving, tripping with a long leg to facilitate a fall onto the couch, where she was forced to follow, since he still had a grip on a beaded lank of her hair, ending with her straddling his waist, leaning in close. A low noise in the back of her throat, torn between disgust and desire, bubbled in her throat. "And besides, what do Arrancar have to do with a dyke showing you what she's capable of, hmm? You haven't the balls to leave Soul Society, anyway~"
His back hit the couch with only the sound of the furniture creaking beneath him. Isane following after him gave him little time to react, and although the position was less than favorable, he could work with it. The smirk on his lips only grew at her words, eyes narrowing as he looked up at her, tightening his hold on the lock of hair in his hand. "If you only knew." He purred, not offering further explanation as he tugged her down, catching her lips in an almost violent kiss, his free hand finding a bruising grip on her hip.
Isane shifted, not at all careful about grinding against his own hips, her left hand finding a spot on his shoulder and her right trying to untangle his from her braid. But of course, one had to breath sometime, and she broke the kiss, but didn't pull away, if anything managing to press closer, though her lips only brushed his, skin flushed. "Am I going to find out, I~zu~ru~?" She whispered huskily, punctuating the remark with a slight thrust of her pelvis.
Kira's breath hitched at the movement of the other shinigami on top of him and he sneered, biting at her lips. "Maybe if you beg." He murmured, sentence ending with a soft groan slipping from his lips. Just as her hand began making progress on freeing her hair he pulled hard, using the motion and her surprise to roll her off of him and onto the floor, relinquishing his hold on her hair as he followed her down. Situated on top of her, he wasted no time in pressing their lips together again with enough force that their teeth clicked together, hands moving to impatiently push the black fabric from her shoulders. On the small table nearby, the crimson numbers on the digital clock read 11:55.
The vice captain bit back a protest, it wouldn't do much good against his mouth, both angered and not at all upset at the same time about this sudden change in position. Nor did she at all hinder the process of removing the top of her uniform, shrugging her shoulders free to twine bare arms around Kira's neck, pulling her lips away and nipping hard at his ear, pulling him close. "Please~" She hummed, though it was not needy as much as a challenge in her words, usually soft and submissive, but now tinged with dominance.
He growled at her tone, moving to kiss along her jaw and down her throat, leaving angry red marks in his wake as his hands dipped lower to tug at the ties of her hakama, motions hindered by the grinding of their hips. He drew his head back long enough to reposition himself, biting down on her collarbone as he cast a sidelong glance at her vice captain's badge discarded haphazardly beside them on the floor. It stirred something inside him, caused him to bite harder, fingers giving up on their endeavor for the moment to dig into her skin. Bitch. He had never been so consumed with a desire to cause harm before, and even with his mind in the cursed state it was, it was disorienting. Damnit, he was going to--
12:00, the glowing numbers insisted on the small clock, timed down to the second thanks to the City's maintenance and checked and rechecked for Kira's obsession with punctuality, however unnecessary it was here. His train of thought ground to a halt and he blinked, becoming aware with a jolt the position he was in, what he was doing, who he was on top of. "K-Kotetsu" he croaked, scrambling to get off of her, to put space between them.
It had been frantic movements, rushed, hurried, consumed only with desire, nails digging into his back in response to his own harshness, little hisses and moans at the touches and rushed kisses of her own whenever she could find a part of him near enough her mouth, too busy trying not to writhe too much beneath him. And then suddenly her fervor seemed out of place, and the man's voice broke through her mind hazed over with arousal and anger.
... What was- ”K- K- KIRA!?" She sat up abruptly, looked down, and immediately covered her mouth to prevent a squeak from coming out, though one hand quickly changed position to cover her bare chest while the other busied itself with clumsily trying to tug her hakama back over her hips. "Wha-" She bit her lip, hard, a red blush immediately infusing her face as she shifted, an uncomfortable sensation between her legs.
A long, deafening silence stretched between them, Kira's now-red face turned away as the vice captain adjusted her clothing. Several times an attempt at forming words tumbled through his head -- an apology, anything, but each sentence got cut off midway with what the hell just happened. Mind not yet fully functioning due to shock, he looked up, mouth open to speak, looking away again the moment their eyes met. The thoughts he had been having only moments earlier put a bad taste in his mouth and with each passing second guilt weighed down on him more heavily, erasing whatever remnants of different posture the curse had given him.
He looked up at her again, eyes sincere and regretful. "I..." He faltered, clearing his throat before continuing, "I'm sorry..."
"I-" She tried to think back, fumbling with a muffled groan of frustration as her hands fumbled in vain with the ties of her hakama, too flustered, too embarrassed to make her fingers work. Instead, she opted for turning away, shoulders hunching deep down, shortening, shrinking her height as she buried her head in her knees. "I started it, I'm sorry..." She offered her own apology, though her words were muffled by something that sounded like sniffling. ... She'd said all those horrible things... almost done that...
"Kotetsu..." He racked his brain for words of comfort, feeling worse and worse with each muffled sniffle coming from the woman a few feet away from him. "D-don't... It's okay, it was a curse. You know..." He cursed himself inwardly for being so bad at this. "It's.. Not your fault. Ah..." Slowly he stood, making his way over to her and sitting beside her. "Did I hurt you?" His voice was filled with concern, the red marks on her neck painfully apparent from this distance. "I'm sorry, Kotetsu."
She shook her head quickly, though in fact the bite on her collarbone did hurt, not a lot, of course, but... she shook her head again, if at all possible, her shoulders slumped even lower, worried brown eyes, brimming with tears and darting about, peeking through a gap in her arms and knees, before finally settling uneasily on Kira, now beside her. That made her move a bit, trying to hold her shihakushou together decently with one trembling hand, giving up on the clumsy ties for now. "... I'm sorry I'm such a p- prude, or I never would have acted like that today..." She offered as a mumbled excuse, trying not to let herself actually cry.
"Th-that's nothing to be sorry for!" He said quickly, "Anyway, you weren't the only one acting that way..." He saw her hands fumbling with her shihakushou and averted his gaze quickly. "Here, I'll.. Go into the other room so you can fix your clothes." He tried again, getting up and heading towards the bedroom, trying to figure out what to do. He knew by now it was pointless to blame himself for what happened during curses, but knowing and acting on that knowledge were two entirely different things.
She knew these ties by heart, could whip into her clothing in twenty seconds flat (always useful for being on call in the middle of the night at the 4th), but her fingers had forgotten how to work them. It took her almost five minutes to shakily pull her hakama back fully over her hips, tuck in the top of her uniform, cross it over her chest, and tie it loosely. She was still sitting on the floor, and noticed her vice captain's badge lying a few feet away, but she only stared at it, her posture relaxing slightly, at least to the point where she wasn't hiding her face in her knees or hands, but she was wiping her eyes. "Kira..." She mumbled loudly, the ticking beginning to surge back in the distance of her mind, trying to get him to come back into the room and make it go away. "... I'm still sorry..." She was trying to think of something else to say, still shifting uneasily because it still felt weird down there and her collarbone hurt and this City was so wrong... and she hated crying.
He peered around the door frame before returning to the living room where Kotetsu sat, the vice captain's badge catching his eye but sparking a whole different range of emotions than it had earlier. He went to her side again, setting a box of tissues at her feet and picking the badge up for her, holding it where she could take it if she wanted but not pushing it towards her. "Don't blame yourself... The City--" He trailed off, knowing logic couldn't solve everything. "Are you sure you're not hurt?"
The woman took a tissue, though all she did was wring it in her hands, nodding her head, though her answer to the question was a mumbled “no”, the pieces of her hair that hung in beaded braids swinging with the motion, though one in particular was distressed in appearance. Isane had never been particularly good with words, and she was having a hard time trying to think of anything but apologies. The tissue was quickly being reduced to shreds in her hands. “The City… is mean.” It sounded stupid, even to her. “… If I was going to do that… I wouldn’t want it to be so angry.” She sniffed, finally putting the pieces of tissue to use to wipe her eyes, the stress and what she had almost done getting to her. “… and I’d want to be in love…” The woman suddenly paused and blushed even fiercer, now afraid she could have offended the man in front of her. “Not that you aren’t loveable.” She quickly corrected, not wanting to hurt his feelings…
"It's okay." How like her to say something like that, even in this kind of situation. He noticed the tissue being torn to bits in her hand and sighed. "Want me to take you back? Maybe it would be better for you to talk to Unohana-taichou. Or... If you're tired, you can stay here. I'll go somewhere else..." He didn't want to leave her alone, but he wasn't sure his presence would do much good right now.
“No!” Isane quickly blurted out, at the very idea of going back to her captain at the moment, shaking her head vehemently and sending the beaded braids flying. She couldn’t… she didn’t want to face her captain right now. Not with those marks on her neck, or feeling so weird and embarrassed. “But I can’t- I can’t put you out of your own home, Kira!” Concern overrode her own anxiety, and she didn’t really care her tissue was in pieces and she wasn’t bothering to wipe her eyes anymore. “Kira-“ She tried to mumble, but it caught in her throat and she lowered her gaze, trying to finish what she was going to say.
"It's fine, I don't mind." He offered her a small smile meant to reassure. "It's only for one night. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable..." He almost lifted his hand to put it on her shoulder but thought twice about it, moving instead to set her badge on the table beside the clock, continuing to speak with his eyes fixed on the familiar object that he had once used to define himself. "You can go home in the morning once you've had a chance to calm down." He looked over his shoulder at the woman, still a mess, and had to wonder about his own composure.
Where he thought better of contact, Isane needed it. … Not the way she’d needed it earlier, but… something solid, something comforting, anything. She suddenly clung to the shorter man’s shoulders, leaning her face against his back and closing her eyes. “I’m sorry.” She said again, not liking the look on his face when he eyes her vice captain’s badge. Sad. Sorrowful. And she thought it was her fault. “You can’t leave me here.” She whispered, not wanting the ticking to come back. Not wanting him to leave upset with her.
He froze where he was, the sudden contact entirely unexpected and leaving him in a position where he couldn't do much more than stay where he was. The sound of her voice made him wish desperately that there was something he could do to comfort her, but as it was the least he could do was abide by her wish. "... Alright. I won't leave if you don't want me to." He pushed the badge closer to the center of the table, tearing his gaze from it and looking at the numbers on the clock instead. "Let's try to sleep, though. It's late."
“… Yeah.” Isane mumbled, wiping her eyes. He wasn’t mad at her, nothing… really bad had happened, and it was… gonna be okay. Once her collarbone stopped hurting. “Will you… not leave, then? I don’t want you to.” She still gripped his shihakushou, afraid to let go, though her eyes darted about nervously, not quite sure how this was going to work.
"I'll stay." Kira assured her quietly, noticing her grip on his clothing wasn't letting up. He tried to look at her face from over his shoulder, but the angle made it all but impossible. ”You can have the bed, I'll sleep out here, is that okay?"
“… I don’t want to make you sleep on the couch.” Isane muttered, still trying to suppress the flush of her skin and the red on her cheeks. “I can take the couch. It’s your bed.”
"It's fine... I actually fall asleep out here pretty often, so I don't mind." It was a little bit of a stretch, but whatever worked. "I'll feel bad knowing I made a guest stay on the couch, anyway. And..." He shifted a little, laughing quietly as he did, "I'm not going anywhere, you can let go."
“Mmm… you could…” Isane hesitated. But continued, albeit quieter. “Stay on the couch with me?” And then it hit her how that sounded, and her grip on his clothing tightened. “Not that I mean anything by it I just really don’t like the ticking and I mean, sometime’s I even sneak into Unohana-taichou’s room because it gets really saddening to listen to and I don’t like it and you’re nice and all and I know you wouldn’t do anything or anything like that because you aren’t cursed anymore and neither am I and I promise I’m not coming onto you anymore, and-“ The tall vice paused to breathe.
"Of course, I know you're not..." He frowned, looking between the shinigami (still frantically speaking) and the couch. "We both can't fit on the couch, though... I'll sleep on the floor next to it, how about that?" At least she was acting like herself again.
She was frantic now. “But I can’t make you sleep on the floor!!” Isane wasn’t quite even sure anymore what she was saying, anything to make her heart stop beating so fast. “What do we do?!”
Resigned, Kira stood, pulling the vice captain up with him by her grip on his clothing, unnecessarily motioning for her to follow. "The bed, then." He spoke without looking back, walking with her still clinging to his shihakushou. "It's big, so if we stay on opposite sides it's fine. Is that okay?"
Isane didn’t let go. “Okay.” She mumbled, nodding quickly. As long as… nothing happened. Nothing would happen! Of course! Not like anything would! … And she was tired. Really tired. And she hated this place, sometimes, and the curses, and everything… “Can I still hold on?” She asked tentatively, since he hadn’t brushed it off yet. “I… have nightmares…”
As they entered the bedroom, he glanced over his shoulder at the vice captain curiously, remembering the mention of fishcakes. "If you want to." He blinked, making his way towards the bed, too tired to wonder how everything had come down to this. There would be plenty of time to think about it in the morning.
The vice captain waited until Kira had picked a side before letting go of his clothing for a brief moment, enough time to crawl under the thick covers, it was cold out, her large frame tucked neatly on the farthest edge of the bed she could occupy without falling off. But she nestled, grateful for the warmth near her, and the quiet pervaded with nothing but the even sounds of breathing, not the rhythmic tick-tock towards doomsday. “Goodnight, Kira…” Isane whispered softly, one arm reaching tentatively to grip the back of his uniform loosely. She didn’t think she’d get any sleep, this was awkward, right? But the minute her eyes fluttered closed she was gone.
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bitches. 8DNow I can't get the thought out of my mind that Kira secretly has a pimp harem. :x~
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You know he secretly is a pimp daddy, come on?
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